"His clothes had more than just strawberry jam on them."
In the piano room on the second floor, the dancer placed a finger against his chin, his face in deep thought: "Moreover, the bloody traces in the dining room connect to the kitchen—it's completely feasible to surmise that the chef killed someone and then moved the body to the dining room to conceal it!"
The pianist was startled: "But the dining room is spotless. There's simply nowhere to hide a body."
"Does that matter?" The dancer raised his eyebrow: "As long as we know he killed someone, that's enough. With that Maitreya-like face of his, one can tell he's a backstabber."
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The reasoning was so perfect that the three fell into silence. It was only then that they realized that the dancer's so-called 'suspect' was merely spouting nonsense!
He was just toying with them!
Xu Shuo spoke up at the right moment: "Why don't we all go downstairs and take a look."
